Post by Chess on Nov 9, 2011 23:40:03 GMT -5
ANDREW "IAN" MOORE
boom.
age:
twenty-threeish
gender:
Male
orientation:
ihavenoideayetcough
occupation:
Ride Operator at Super Fun Park
housing:
some hardcore copypasta here
inner-city flat over a crappy, run-down bar, next to Shihong
twenty-threeish
gender:
Male
orientation:
ihavenoideayetcough
occupation:
Ride Operator at Super Fun Park
housing:
some hardcore copypasta here
inner-city flat over a crappy, run-down bar, next to Shihong
traits:
mute (speaking-wise, to people only), passive, mysterious, loves working with hands, grows very angry when someone messes with mask (or his hair to see his eyes), hates silence (but will not break it), prefers company, 100% loyal to someone he attaches to, very protective over whomever he attaches to, loves to blow shit up, very smart, seems to have been out of any form of real socialization for a very very long time, gentle unless on an adrenaline rush, anarchy, loves being touched (clean >_>), good at parkour, lives without luxury (no car, not great place to live, etc), lives from paycheck to paycheck, poor, doesn't care (apathetic, to an extent)
mute (speaking-wise, to people only), passive, mysterious, loves working with hands, grows very angry when someone messes with mask (or his hair to see his eyes), hates silence (but will not break it), prefers company, 100% loyal to someone he attaches to, very protective over whomever he attaches to, loves to blow shit up, very smart, seems to have been out of any form of real socialization for a very very long time, gentle unless on an adrenaline rush, anarchy, loves being touched (clean >_>), good at parkour, lives without luxury (no car, not great place to live, etc), lives from paycheck to paycheck, poor, doesn't care (apathetic, to an extent)
(mysteriousness leads to sexiness)
appearance:
He's a tall and lanky young man, standing at 6'4". He's not really muscular or anything, just tall. His hands are a little large, but very nimble. He himself has what can be considered a diamond shaped face, though it is hard to tell under the mop of teal hair on his head. His hair is cut over his ears, but falls down to brush against his neck in the back and to cover the entire top half of his face in the front. When he wears his respirator, none of his face can be seen except a small part of his cheeks. He has a noticeable nose and deliciously large lips, but they are never seen under the respirator he seems to always wear. The only time the respirator comes off is when he is alone and at home with the doors safely locked and the windows covered so no one can see in. His ears are normal sized. Under his hair, if it is ever seen, he has teal eyes that match his hair almost exactly. They give an almost false sense of innocence.
Ian has a very attractive neck. Neither too long nor too short, it sits at a very aesthetically pleasing length and has the right curves to make it simply attractive. Its meeting with the collar bones is also attractive, though the rest of his body is fairly unremarkable - normal, for a tall, lanky man. He is generally garbed in those thin, soft t-shirts that are very comfortable and either jeans or cargo pants, depending on the day. He wears nondescript tennis shoes.
Overall, he is rather attractive, even if in an odd way.
He's a tall and lanky young man, standing at 6'4". He's not really muscular or anything, just tall. His hands are a little large, but very nimble. He himself has what can be considered a diamond shaped face, though it is hard to tell under the mop of teal hair on his head. His hair is cut over his ears, but falls down to brush against his neck in the back and to cover the entire top half of his face in the front. When he wears his respirator, none of his face can be seen except a small part of his cheeks. He has a noticeable nose and deliciously large lips, but they are never seen under the respirator he seems to always wear. The only time the respirator comes off is when he is alone and at home with the doors safely locked and the windows covered so no one can see in. His ears are normal sized. Under his hair, if it is ever seen, he has teal eyes that match his hair almost exactly. They give an almost false sense of innocence.
Ian has a very attractive neck. Neither too long nor too short, it sits at a very aesthetically pleasing length and has the right curves to make it simply attractive. Its meeting with the collar bones is also attractive, though the rest of his body is fairly unremarkable - normal, for a tall, lanky man. He is generally garbed in those thin, soft t-shirts that are very comfortable and either jeans or cargo pants, depending on the day. He wears nondescript tennis shoes.
Overall, he is rather attractive, even if in an odd way.
(i'll wager he eats icing when he's all alone)
history:
Ian was originally a vagrant, a homeless teen just wandering around. He chose to forget his life before his traveling and so does not know exactly how long he has been traveling, why he became a vagrant, where he came from or who his parents were. He does not know if he has any family or if he was an orphan or adopted. Through his travels he eventually found Plethora, however, and decided it was time to settle down. He got a cheap flat and a job and settled there, keeping to himself most of the time. He found the money to get himself a kitten (a Russian Blue) that he has named Makel. His cat is the only being he will openly speak to, whispering little things to her when he is home. He cares for Makel greatly and does his best to give her the attention she needs to stay happy.
He eventually found a steady supply of the materials he needed to create explosives and, with a little bit of a chemistry review, fireworks. He began to compete with the city for fireworks displays over the fourth and eventually won the battle. The city gave up and he became the person that creates the huge display for the city to see. He works alone on this task and finds this is the most efficient way to do things. The over world of the city know him as the firework kid and nothing else, never managing to connect the sporadic explosions in the city to him. They attribute it to the gangs.
The gangs, however, know better. The entire underworld of the city knows him as the one that terrorizes the city here and there, as the one with the expert knowledge on explosives. Gangs sometimes hire him into their ranks to get a small job done, but they must pester him a little bit in order to get him to do it because he is resistant to being hired on in such a fashion. The first obstacle being he doesn't speak, the second being that he is honestly an anarchist and could care less about the gangs and their doings. Ian does not follow them and does not care enough about any of them to attempt to ask anything of them. He simply wants to blow shit up in peace.
Ian was originally a vagrant, a homeless teen just wandering around. He chose to forget his life before his traveling and so does not know exactly how long he has been traveling, why he became a vagrant, where he came from or who his parents were. He does not know if he has any family or if he was an orphan or adopted. Through his travels he eventually found Plethora, however, and decided it was time to settle down. He got a cheap flat and a job and settled there, keeping to himself most of the time. He found the money to get himself a kitten (a Russian Blue) that he has named Makel. His cat is the only being he will openly speak to, whispering little things to her when he is home. He cares for Makel greatly and does his best to give her the attention she needs to stay happy.
He eventually found a steady supply of the materials he needed to create explosives and, with a little bit of a chemistry review, fireworks. He began to compete with the city for fireworks displays over the fourth and eventually won the battle. The city gave up and he became the person that creates the huge display for the city to see. He works alone on this task and finds this is the most efficient way to do things. The over world of the city know him as the firework kid and nothing else, never managing to connect the sporadic explosions in the city to him. They attribute it to the gangs.
The gangs, however, know better. The entire underworld of the city knows him as the one that terrorizes the city here and there, as the one with the expert knowledge on explosives. Gangs sometimes hire him into their ranks to get a small job done, but they must pester him a little bit in order to get him to do it because he is resistant to being hired on in such a fashion. The first obstacle being he doesn't speak, the second being that he is honestly an anarchist and could care less about the gangs and their doings. Ian does not follow them and does not care enough about any of them to attempt to ask anything of them. He simply wants to blow shit up in peace.
notes:
If he has a theme song it would have to be We Are The Dead by Does It Offend You, Yeah? It starts out real calm and pretty and nice, as Ian is, but turns into a much harder and more wild song, representing Ian when he is half crazed when out blowing stuff up.
He has no affiliation with anyone, really, except for a later character Stranger creates. As such, he is not active, but he is likely known around town as something or other.
Maskless, just for an idea of what he looks like. Shirtless, because this is a badass picture and also shirtless. From the back, for another angle.
Hex: 1dff11
If he has a theme song it would have to be We Are The Dead by Does It Offend You, Yeah? It starts out real calm and pretty and nice, as Ian is, but turns into a much harder and more wild song, representing Ian when he is half crazed when out blowing stuff up.
He has no affiliation with anyone, really, except for a later character Stranger creates. As such, he is not active, but he is likely known around town as something or other.
Maskless, just for an idea of what he looks like. Shirtless, because this is a badass picture and also shirtless. From the back, for another angle.
Hex: 1dff11
